An Aotearoa Story
It was a holiday weekend and my Sheila was doing hard yaaka while I was pissing around. Luckily she did not go wobbly or whinge about it. She went to the local chippy shop to get a clipper. Well that went straight down the grugler. She had to go to wop wops but being no drongo she found the goods. The chick came home to bash my ear about it. I admit I was a bit of a dag when she couldn’t figure out how use the clipper but for me it was a piece of piss. Some cockle, eh? I’m mean, I’m not skiting or anything. Then we went out for shark and taties. Since we aren’t de facto any more we’ve been happy as larry.
Do you speak Kiwi? Did you follow me, mate?
This coming Monday though mid November I’m going to be on the land of the long white cloud, New Zealand, We’ll even have some rellies visit us there. I plan to keep blogging, though, you can’t get rid of me that easily.
I won’t be able to reply quickly to remarks on my blogs after this date since it will be tomorrow where I am when the blog goes up here today, but I hope you will continue to read and comment.